[–] [S] 4 points 11 hours ago (3 children)

My brain is quiter. I can tackle word walls easier than before. It's a mild improvement overall.

My heart rate is steady to previous days, as an older person it's something I'm watching.

I'll give it through Tuesday and then consider doubling the dose if the results remain as mild as they are.

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  • [–] 19 points 15 hours ago*

    God is only omnipotent when trying to convince atheist to join. Once in you find out god is broke AF and needs your money to get anything done.

    Plus you also need seed money to give to a traveling preacher who totally isn't grifting you when he says putting your seed money on this blanket will get you a brand new Cadillac just like his.

    Don't forget to donate to the antichrist you worked hard to get elected because god can't help the tyrannical cheeto without your money.

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    Yup, I picked them up today. Tomorrow is my first dosage.

    In my mid 20s I was told I was too high functioning for meds. That was a long time ago in a very conservative area that doesn't in general believe in mental illness.

    I've been quite successful without them. I'm an executive as an example. But this job I'm struggling more than I have in decades, in some ways I feel like I'm in my early 20s again.

    With some encouragement from the ADHD community here I gave it a go. The first provider wasn't helpful at all. The second one, bingo!

     

    I hear feet shuffling and the voices get louder as I walk into the hall. Everyone finding their clique. Which group will let me get close enough?

    His smile fades as I look toward his group, his eyes narrowing before he turns away. She pulls her mana crystal close to her chest as I walk by, her lips pressed together like she's smelled something rotten. The group dressed like stoners is probably my best bet. Baggy clothes, greasy hair, and one kid with a faded Pink Floyd shirt who just looks away.

    "Leech."

    I hear it from the group of jocks, followed by a few laughs. The one who said it is leaning against the wall in a blue and gray varsity jacket, grinning as he elbows his friend. It's said under his breath, but I heard him. I always hear him. He's humiliated me for years, and today is no different. But I keep my head high.

    I join the stoners near the old corridor. The drain is wet, like someone recently mopped the floor. But the rest of the floor is dry. Nobody wants to stand closest to it. They'll let me stay as long as I'm between them and the drain.

    The corridor is a straight shot to the workshop, but today nobody is using it. Any change, even small ones spooks us. Nobody says anything.

    The crowd starts walking.

    1. Stay with the group until the workshop.

    2. I've had enough of him. I'm taking the longer maintenance passage.

    3. It's just a little water, and I might actually get a decent seat for once if I take the corridor.

    Or start over.

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